2p!Italy x child!reader- Family love(part 3)

"M-Ms. (name). It's time for your school!"

"School?"

She nods before grabbing your hand. "Come with me"

"Wait! I want my bear first"

"Understood", she lets go then you run off to your bed to quickly grab your bear and go off with the lady.

She helped you to the shower and had a dress already laid out for you. When you got down stairs, there was a white board and a desk she was standing in front of. You looked at both. "Please sit, Ms. (name)"

"Oh ok", you sat in the chair then looked to the board. There was writing on it but you couldn't read. "What does that say?"

"This says, 'Learning the ABC's' which is what we will be doing today"

"Oh"

"Are you ready?"

"Yes"

You spent the next two and a half hours with her. In that time, you learned the alphabet song, how to count past fifteen, and was on your way to learning how to make words. You seemed to be a very fast learner. "So how many fingers do you have?"

"Five on this hand...One, two, three, four, five on this hand"

"And all together?"

"Uhm....n-nine...ten!"

"That's right!"

"Yay!"

One of the men in the house entered the room and spoke to the lady. She had a confused look when he finished talking. He shrugged at her. "Uhm...ok. (name). Your dad would like to see you"

"Oh ok. Where is he?"

"He says, ask your bear..."

"Oh alright", you left the room. They both watch, not understanding anything but assumed it was alright to let you wonder around the big house by yourself with your teddy bear being your guide.

You ended up standing in front of a wall. "Mama? What am I suppose to do here?...Push it?" You pushed it like she said and a secret door was opened. It led down stairs. You went down and found your dad at a table by himself. "Hey dad"

"So your mom told you how to get here?"

"Yes and she says you should do things that you can actually do yourself, by yourself"

"Tell her she can s-"

"A-ah! Mama! S-stop screaming, p-please!", you exclaimed and covered your ears. "O-ow....Mama says you...hush that fuss mister. Bad. Bad words...I don't get it"

"Ignore her. Sit"

"Ok" you place the bear on the table first before moving the chair that sat across from him, back so you could sit in it. You looked up at him then he pulled out an army knife.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Uhm...is it...a knife? I'm pretty sure it's a knife"

"Don't smart mouth me"

"Sorry" He handed it to you. "...What do you want me to do with it?"

"I'm going to show you how to use it"

"...I don't get it"

"Don't worry about it. You will. Now look at that wall over there" He pointed to the left of you. When you turned, you noticed a picture of a man you've never seen before. He had shoulder length dirty blonde hair. You didn't know if it was naturally suppose to look that way but it looked dirty. His eyes were red and lazily gazing elsewhere, that wasn't towards the camera.

"Who's that?"

"Stop asking questions, just throw that knife I gave you at him"

"W-what?! I-I...I-I don't think I can. I-I'll miss it, for sure o-or it won't reach"

"Just try"

"O-ok..." You raised the knife then threw it. It hit the wall, extremely far away from your target then fell to the floor. You huffed, "See? I told you I couldn't do it..." You hung your head in defeat as your dad went to pick the knife back up.

He placed it on the table for you. "Try again"

"B-but...I-I can't", you picked the knife back up anyway but just looked at it with sadness in your eyes.

"No...I think for now you just need a little motivation until you get better"

"Oh?"

"Hm...Imagine he was trying to touch you inappropriately"

"W-what?!! Aaahh!! N-no!! G-get away!", you chucked the knife then brought your legs up into the chair to hold your knees close to your chest. You shut your eyes tightly as you whimpered a bit. You stopped when your heard your dad laughing. You opened one eye then peeked over at him. "W-what?"

"You hit it!"

"I-I did?", you blink a few times before looking towards the picture. You sure did hit it. You hit the picture right in the eye too. "O-oh...I did that?"

"Your aim seems to improve in these kinds of situations"

"Oh...So if you teach me, I can do that all the time?"

"If you're obedient and do what I say"

You nod frantically, "I-I am!! I'll do whatever you say, dad!"

He got up to get the knife back. "Good. Now, a few rules for this" He stabbed the knife down in front of you, onto the table. You jumped a bit. "First, no crying. No asking for breaks", he pushed the bear off the table.

"M-mama!"

"And no listening to your mother while you're practicing"

"O-oh ok", you sniffed then wiped your nose. "M-mama just said i-it's ok for me to do what you just said...d-does that mean I don't do it now?"

He hit his face with his hand. "I hope you don't end up being stupid"

"W-what?"

He took the knife then pointed the blade at you. "Shut up and take this!"

Your eyes stung with tears. "Y-you're really loud, d-dad"

"No crying!"

"I-I'm sorry!!"

~4 years later!~

You were casually strolling through the house, tossing your switchblade in the air, on your way to school. The lady who helped you get dressed, cooked for you, and got you up in the morning, was a very smart lady. She was also your school teacher. She pretty much did everything for you except guard your room or your second room.

Your second room was in the basement. You would go down there once or twice a day. It was the room you had to go to when people were over. It was locked from the inside so no one could get in unless you opened the door and it was also sound proofed so you couldn't hear what was going on upstairs. You'd sit in there for a few hours til your dad came down. You were only allowed to open the door when he came to get you.

You sat at your desk in the open room then looked to the board. Looked like today you still had long division to do. You really didn't like math but you did well in it. You tried your best to do well in everything cause you liked the praise you would get from your dad when you did and you liked how you could hear your mom say, 'I'm so proud of you'. It made you feel good, so you always tried your best.

By the time your teacher/chief/caretaker lady was done for the day, you were bored and sleepy but you perked up when you realized this meant it was time for your favorite part of the day. You got to go to the training room with your dad.

You organized your books on your desk before speeding out of the room. "B-be careful running with that knife!", she protested. She was always worried about you and pointy objects.

"Ok!", you answered her anyway even though you never let up on your speed.

You make it down to the training room and toss your knife at the first target you see. You knew there were often hidden targets around the room and you were suppose to hit them within five seconds of being in the room. "I'm here Luciano!", you called out to your dad by his name, which he preferred for you to do.

"Nice work, ragazza. You did better than yesterday", he informed you.

You smiled widely. "Thank you!"

"Where's your mother?"

"In my room. She said she didn't like being here when I trained with you"

"That's good. I have a gift for you"

"Oh wow!" You followed behind your dad as he began to walk off. He went to the desk that stayed in the far back of the room and rumaged through the drawers. Your eyes got huge as you saw what he pulled out. "I-I can have t-that?"

"And I'm going to show you how to use it"

You reached for the all black pistol in his hands and carefully held it with both of yours. You've never handled a gun before. All you knew about them were the basics; that they shot bullets when you pulled the trigger. You couldn't wait to learn how to actually use one. "I'll follow all directions, Luciano", you clearly stated.

"Very good"

When it came to you using the gun actually, you were pretty good with it. You handled your pistol well and was also learning about others such as shotguns, silencers, things in those categories and you loved it.

You were actually having a little difficulty sleeping tonight. You rubbed your eyes and stared up at the ceiling. You were hungry now. As you placed your feet down on the ground, you stretched your arms up then reached for your robe before getting up fully out of bed. You pat your mouth as you silently yawned. Then you heard something. It sounded as if it was coming from down stairs. It was fairly late and you knew usually everyone in the house was in a room sleep by a certain time. It was far past that time now.

You went over to your nightstand first. That was where you kept all your knives. You took out two. Just to be safe, of course. You opened your door, cautiously then peeked out. You didn't see anything but you still wanted to be light on your feet to make sure no one heard you. 

You made it down the stairs and as you peeked over the corner, before you got to the living room, you saw two men. You didn't recognize them and you knew everyone in the house. You watched them as they looked around your house, touching things and moving them, looking as if they were trying to guess the value of things. They put a few things in a bag. That's when you concluded they were robbers.

You hid back behind the corner then thought on what to do. They didn't look that tough, just some thugs looking for some quick money to make so you thought you could handle them yourself. You quietly untied your robe and took the rope from it before dropping the other half of it onto the floor. You took out the two blades from your pocket. After that, moved them against each other to make a noise.

"W-what was that?!", one of them slightly panicked.

The other put his finger to his lips then shook his head to assure him it was nothing. You watched and waited for the right time then launched a knife at ones leg. You hit him right in the back of his knee, where you were aiming. You nodded victoriously as he fell to the ground with a thud. The second man looked around, as if trying to find you. You carefully planned out this one and shot the knife right at his calf muscle. He yelped before falling.

"Yay!", you cheered before running over and tying their hands up with the rope from your robe. "Luciano!!", you yelled. "Come look!! Come on!! Wake up!!" Soon you noticed lights turning on through the house and people coming to where you were, one by one. Once seeing the scene, they started to pick up the pace a little. You hopped off the two dudes backs as you saw your dad coming from upstairs. "Look! I caught them!", you pointed to them as two of the men in the house were taking care of what to do with the robbers.

"(name)! Are you insane?!", your dad grabbed your shoulders and shook you a little.

"H-huh? B-but I c-"

"Why would you do that?! You could've been seriously hurt! What's wrong with you?!"

"B-but I'm fine! I just did like you showed me! If I called you, it might have been too late and they would've got away if I didn't!"

"I don't care! I don't want you doing anything like that anymore!"

"B-but dad! You're the one who showed me! Why can't I?!"

"Just go up to your room, ok?"

"Dad!"

"I just told you to go to your room!"

Tears started in your eyes before you rushed off to your room. You sat on your bed and hid your face on your legs as you cried. "I-I don't get it...I-I thought dad would s-say I-I did good..."